1.
lying in this sand we are
smudged out cigarettes in ash trays
sunbathing in the heat of Allah's frown
and swatting flies like big gorillas hanging from the Empire State building
with biplanes doing acrobatics around their heads.
barbed wire is twisted into our own personal
crown of thorns and we wear our sin like princes
with dove white hands and wiry limbs
having their heads gently cradled in the lap of
Mother Guillotine.
2.
where was Superman when
my friends were doing springboard dives from the 86th floor
into jacuzzis of asphalt, where taxi cabs and
pedestrians straining their necks to look
as Allah smoked a couple cigars simmered in the heat of
giants doing that flame swallowing act.
don't you think it's strange that the biggest forest fires
take place in deserts, combed by the zen garden rakes
of masked men standing in front of video cameras with
weeping Americans tied to chairs between them?
3.
down this rabbit hole you will find
little white bunnies that lead you down the stovepipe hats
of capitalists instead of Cheshire cats with smiles as big those of
politicians bikini mud wrestling with words.
we let go so easily.
) I find your writing irresistible so I just had to give this one a look.
